Love
What is love?

Is it the way
A mother kisses
Her child?

Is it the way
A father plays
Ball with his son?

Is it the way
A man makes
Love to his wife?

Is it the way
two teenagers
Hold hands as they
Walk down the hall?

Or

Is it they way
Parents cry when
Their son says “I’m gay”?

Is it the way
Friends turn away
When they hear
I want to be a guy someday”?

Is it the way
Teens **** themselves
At the thought of being alone?

Is it the way
Kids wait by the phone
For their Dad to say
He’s on his way home?

Maybe

Love can’t be defined
Love, is deep within all of us
Sometimes, it can just be hard to find

Yes, I’m black
Look at my back
There you will see
The scars of slavery

Yes, I’m black
under attack
Police officers screaming
For me to step back

Yes, I’m black
Disgusted stares
death glares
As I walk down the street

Yes, I’m black
Hide your children from me
Run, run, run
From the beast that you see

Yes, I’m black
Headlights
Dark nights
Forced to fight

Yes, I’m black
Government hates me
Because I take a knee
For what I believe

Yes, I’m black
You can see me on CNN
Being handcuffed
And shoved into the back of a van

Yes, I’m black
What they once hated
The dark skin, curly hair
Our individuality now tainted

Yes, I’m black
Scared for our daughters
Too young to understand
why we’re being slaughtered

Yes, I’m black
Still wearing these chains
Slavery never ended
They just changed the name

Land of the free, home of the brave
You lie and say we’ve come along way
If you ask Ferguson, tears running down his face
Racism still lives, but tomorrow’s another day